Jackson chuckled and nodded. "Truthfully the most sense I've made in years." He commented. When she accepted his offer for a dance, Jackson smiled. "Excellent." He said. He walked behind her to the dance floor and motioned for the DJ to play something soft and sultry. The song switched to just that. Jackson held Yvette close as they danced, her blood was practically screaming at him now. He could just feed from her now and compel her not to remember. He was capable of healing so he could just heel the small wounds from his sharp teeth. It was dark enough no one would notice, they'd just think he was kissing on her neck, and he usually was neat when it came to feeding, unless you crossed him then he'd tear your throat out.
He had to do it a few times before.